tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83830780195540513902024-03-18T20:26:46.803-07:00Murphy's Law"And they all lived happily ever after" for about two minutes. Welcome to my imagination's playhouse. Far horizons beckon, upward limits grow fuzzy.Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.comBlogger697125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-67449517940332352722022-05-15T16:25:00.002-07:002022-05-15T16:25:54.033-07:00National Limierick Day--May 15--Storymakers<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6IYMybJ3WRqp71dI6RnaQnXVti0f6R4pjSSnDoqBfU-Rbd4UryqFVN_GYq2b4HVaRUDfBfIDaHoCVLlR3sGRzXbPUB0HsHxmL4bAFTYIilIFngXRCkmKW0-kAU9KN3YmmR70hXnjNGxIIX6Pu0QjnTmLJvB-dqJcjffy0llbbCBT6-4XjZqeHeWbswQ/s640/FullSizeR%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6IYMybJ3WRqp71dI6RnaQnXVti0f6R4pjSSnDoqBfU-Rbd4UryqFVN_GYq2b4HVaRUDfBfIDaHoCVLlR3sGRzXbPUB0HsHxmL4bAFTYIilIFngXRCkmKW0-kAU9KN3YmmR70hXnjNGxIIX6Pu0QjnTmLJvB-dqJcjffy0llbbCBT6-4XjZqeHeWbswQ/s320/FullSizeR%20(1).jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">I went up to Provo to see</p><p style="text-align: center;">If my book was a winner Whitney</p><p style="text-align: center;">But the prize went elsewhere <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I was stuck to my chair</p><p style="text-align: center;">But the conf'rence rocked radically! <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></b></i></span></span><br /><br /></p>Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-9168134200985166372022-04-30T16:21:00.000-07:002022-04-30T16:21:51.010-07:00National Poetry Month--Day the 30th--Tyburn Poems--Dancing in the Wind<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBVOcGmWFetmiHnPp2SRxoeI53724aEEMh06UIxZAjQjSYUNeo6DL4wvv0-DIhKQwZ8iSw7iXjNTIvB1HmyfUPq5WNJPzB9B6zGBmxRjckTycgKI50cdWsLeyecsxqraTRzUdBBvOx1IuLGXlAJiZBzPig_Px620xaNTJRE-fbPOxdXtzcXIq6ovKF-A/s612/istockphoto-1077673678-612x612.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="440" data-original-width="612" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBVOcGmWFetmiHnPp2SRxoeI53724aEEMh06UIxZAjQjSYUNeo6DL4wvv0-DIhKQwZ8iSw7iXjNTIvB1HmyfUPq5WNJPzB9B6zGBmxRjckTycgKI50cdWsLeyecsxqraTRzUdBBvOx1IuLGXlAJiZBzPig_Px620xaNTJRE-fbPOxdXtzcXIq6ovKF-A/s320/istockphoto-1077673678-612x612.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>On this lastest day of April Poetry Month, we're doing Tyburn Poems. To learn how to write this devilishly difficult poem, go <a href="https://stephaniesaysso.blogspot.com/2022/04/day-30-tyburn-poem.html?spref=fb&fbclid=IwAR39bPajuE_1Q5DKC0BWLbN6nwT0XumSr0kRbkOMBvOuXo4YYh_lOoIy_Ac">here</a>. Otherwise, below:</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;">DANCING IN THE WIND</span></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">Lifting</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><i>Floating</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">Turning </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><i>Reaching</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">Dancing lightly lifting floating fray</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><i>Flying turning reaching Gran Jette </i></span><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></b></i></span></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></span><p> </p>Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-4027047055079570932022-04-29T12:14:00.001-07:002022-04-29T12:15:24.139-07:00National Poetry Month--Day 29--Poem in my Pocket--Spurs and Point Shoes<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhBYYFbsAlfhp1gTjporDRTcW3UMlh7kRWuUPyQAMiwJlWXgyDhFXfgK-Att16_ZabgoJHkYHYUpt7L6hOEJAheattSnmhitYGDRxKvEGmbHidfFTMhHVENvDmF_aNHlN28ePkSZE9vFBAhVvN49BAbxQmSnqddkj5XUwBdtQBGnQk0CXZWyiPInUvqQ/s960/LadyKnight.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="771" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhBYYFbsAlfhp1gTjporDRTcW3UMlh7kRWuUPyQAMiwJlWXgyDhFXfgK-Att16_ZabgoJHkYHYUpt7L6hOEJAheattSnmhitYGDRxKvEGmbHidfFTMhHVENvDmF_aNHlN28ePkSZE9vFBAhVvN49BAbxQmSnqddkj5XUwBdtQBGnQk0CXZWyiPInUvqQ/s320/LadyKnight.jpg" width="257" /></a></div><br /> This is National Poem in my Pocket Day. If you want to know about it, go <a href="https://stephaniesaysso.blogspot.com/2022/04/29-poem-in-your-pocket-day-for-30-poems.html?spref=fb&fbclid=IwAR2c74Lal8rE2rPKEVmy0Ro5jE6D8BH0lF7YgVwuALwimQ5IE5_xcco0ae0">here</a>. If not, here's one of mine:<p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><i><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Spurs and Point Shoes</span></b></i></span><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">When she was young she thought</p><p style="text-align: center;">By this age she would be unstoppable</p><p style="text-align: center;">A force to reckon with.</p><p style="text-align: center;">She thought she would be a ballerina, </p><p style="text-align: center;">A successful artist,</p><p style="text-align: center;">A beloved wife and mother.<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">And all her muscle work and stretching out and bleeding toes </p><p style="text-align: center;">Would pay off.</p><p style="text-align: center;">She thought she would have all the answers.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Her dreams would have gelled into a </p><p style="text-align: center;">Cohesive Plan.</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">How little she knew.</p><p style="text-align: center;">And yet now she has fewer answers.</p><p style="text-align: center;">And fewer of them are true.</p><p style="text-align: center;">The scales have fallen from her eyes</p><p style="text-align: center;">And disillusionment takes up space in her mind and heart. <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">And she sees the bedraggled kitchen wench</p><p style="text-align: center;">Where once stood a proud and shining squire.</p><p style="text-align: center;">She sees layers of years and dust</p><p style="text-align: center;">Of dripping sweat and living </p><p style="text-align: center;">Coating the once smooth skin.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Her knees creak and complain,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Back bowed in pain, <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Her throat full of nodes, </p><p style="text-align: center;">Battering the once clear voice.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Those layers and layers contain memories,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Some hard won, </p><p style="text-align: center;">Some too easily tossed away--</p><p style="text-align: center;"> Dull pennies in a broken well.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Who she wanted to be has fled,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Betrayed her for she who came--</p><p style="text-align: center;">She who gave up and in and settled for less </p><p style="text-align: center;">Than greatness.</p><p style="text-align: center;">She sought the truth, running it to the ground</p><p style="text-align: center;">But what, then, did she do with it? <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">She stands panting from the chase, a stitch in her side. <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">But is she who IS,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Necessarily lesser?</p><p align="center" class="western">
She is what she has done, seen, who she</p>
<p align="center" class="western">Keeps about her</p>
<p align="center" class="western">All the sights and places and
experiences</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">She has tucked away in her
Pandora’s box. <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">The corners have knocked off, the edges rounded.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Bashed and dented, </p><p style="text-align: center;">She stands with head bowed, </p><p style="text-align: center;">Having sometimes failed and sometimes won.</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">Wishing she could have been a Knight</p><p style="text-align: center;">But having held the stirrup cup for long, lonely years</p><p style="text-align: center;">Never having seen, done, or been enough.</p><p style="text-align: center;">The ballerina is broken,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Watching from the wings as new dancers</p><p style="text-align: center;">Take her place, </p><p style="text-align: center;">Toe shoes all satiny pink</p><p style="text-align: center;">And unbroken.</p><p style="text-align: center;">New squires come to fight</p><p style="text-align: center;">And win, covering themselves</p><p style="text-align: center;">In fleeting glory.</p><p style="text-align: center;">She stands at the tourney sidelines</p><p style="text-align: center;">And weeps inside.<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">But maybe what is wanted is not the Knight.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Maybe what was always needed </p><p style="text-align: center;">Is the lowly squire, ever there to help lift and light, </p><p style="text-align: center;">Ever there to bear the cup and steady the horse.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Maybe those scars are the trophies.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Maybe even the serving wench has value</p><p style="text-align: center;">With a truth of her own. <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Maybe it's simply too early</p><p style="text-align: center;">To count up the winnings <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">And she has merely a longer, dustier road</p><p style="text-align: center;">To tramp.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Maybe it's the lamp she holds high</p><p style="text-align: center;">That fills the sky with light for they who come</p><p style="text-align: center;">Afterward.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Maybe someday there will be</p><p style="text-align: center;">Spurs for her,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And a welcome fire and a bowl of broth.</p><p style="text-align: center;">And worth.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></b></i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-35032087221068530192022-04-28T11:34:00.005-07:002022-04-28T11:42:34.263-07:00National Poetry Month--28 day--Spring Senses Poems--<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe7gUGyZWqLQye4Mz4DVfm3pamtVBVllOviyDDeAc-dhVcH40x2KvWV99uMRH88EWoUcKIlIKK9l4ofyxDMzl-y9XlpNJCZDKctzesTYOkLfspC7MhaJC_c_hhahIpB6KSjtIsMvtwUYgfw6csuRhXU_GLPEyXXtxSbsmA31bHYNuIHfwP2pYnhZ8blg/s612/istockphoto-524912124-612x612.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="408" data-original-width="612" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe7gUGyZWqLQye4Mz4DVfm3pamtVBVllOviyDDeAc-dhVcH40x2KvWV99uMRH88EWoUcKIlIKK9l4ofyxDMzl-y9XlpNJCZDKctzesTYOkLfspC7MhaJC_c_hhahIpB6KSjtIsMvtwUYgfw6csuRhXU_GLPEyXXtxSbsmA31bHYNuIHfwP2pYnhZ8blg/s320/istockphoto-524912124-612x612.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Today we're doing Spring Senses Poems. If you want to know how to do one, go <a href="https://stephaniesaysso.blogspot.com/2022/04/day-28-2022-spring-senses-poem.html?spref=fb&fbclid=IwAR06M3atkR1Ov_LibbhGW1REev-JGnJMa8c19aM1s7iX7hrPluGaVipqyo4">here</a>. Mine are below:</p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Spring looks like a haze of bright yellow, pollen-loaded blooms.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Spring sounds like the bees making the mesquites hum like a plane engine</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Spring feels like a deluge inside my sinuses</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Spring smells like the orange blossoms in bloom</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Spring tastes like allergy medicine.</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></b></i></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Can you tell allergies are kicking my rear? You can't get away from it!!!<br />
</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2lEHpIse1CMl3OtIw-tU6ScgJNZGDVFS443k3C4yBHJRyNxIvyYmmYX42dtvGsn3fYYI0xElyXWJISmONxsN1SpM-UthCqsPxI96kJjQaytk_WP-kYKhYbA3MmOxxocPN1agL3lwFojAOCtLNva4XXMsb0NUg-ttt-MZgLGzVxV9Q2X16jOEuYB3Fdw/s612/istockphoto-945264466-612x612.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2lEHpIse1CMl3OtIw-tU6ScgJNZGDVFS443k3C4yBHJRyNxIvyYmmYX42dtvGsn3fYYI0xElyXWJISmONxsN1SpM-UthCqsPxI96kJjQaytk_WP-kYKhYbA3MmOxxocPN1agL3lwFojAOCtLNva4XXMsb0NUg-ttt-MZgLGzVxV9Q2X16jOEuYB3Fdw/s612/istockphoto-945264466-612x612.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2lEHpIse1CMl3OtIw-tU6ScgJNZGDVFS443k3C4yBHJRyNxIvyYmmYX42dtvGsn3fYYI0xElyXWJISmONxsN1SpM-UthCqsPxI96kJjQaytk_WP-kYKhYbA3MmOxxocPN1agL3lwFojAOCtLNva4XXMsb0NUg-ttt-MZgLGzVxV9Q2X16jOEuYB3Fdw/s612/istockphoto-945264466-612x612.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2lEHpIse1CMl3OtIw-tU6ScgJNZGDVFS443k3C4yBHJRyNxIvyYmmYX42dtvGsn3fYYI0xElyXWJISmONxsN1SpM-UthCqsPxI96kJjQaytk_WP-kYKhYbA3MmOxxocPN1agL3lwFojAOCtLNva4XXMsb0NUg-ttt-MZgLGzVxV9Q2X16jOEuYB3Fdw/s612/istockphoto-945264466-612x612.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="408" data-original-width="612" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2lEHpIse1CMl3OtIw-tU6ScgJNZGDVFS443k3C4yBHJRyNxIvyYmmYX42dtvGsn3fYYI0xElyXWJISmONxsN1SpM-UthCqsPxI96kJjQaytk_WP-kYKhYbA3MmOxxocPN1agL3lwFojAOCtLNva4XXMsb0NUg-ttt-MZgLGzVxV9Q2X16jOEuYB3Fdw/w303-h202/istockphoto-945264466-612x612.jpg" width="303" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>This is my ABAB poem:</p><p><b><span style="color: #7f6000;"><span style="font-size: large;">A COLD OR ALLERGIES OR </span></span></b></p><p><b><span style="color: #7f6000;"><span style="font-size: large;">WHATEVER IT IS</span></span></b><br /></p><p><i>How could a germ a tenth of a dot</i></p><p><i>Not even the size of a sick little chigger</i></p><p><i>Have generated gallons and gallons of snot?</i></p><p><i>The volume of tissue just grows ever bigger.</i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i>My nose feels as if I'd been eating ghost peppers. <br /></i></p><p><i>I drip and I sniff but the snot just keeps comin'.</i></p><p><i>I'm out of TP thought the best of the preppers</i></p><p><i>Getting on top of it simply feels bummin'.</i></p><p><i> </i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqScF_00tw87aWhq4eJj4pdjhKaMnW3GJjlnahYLsVYzPcaM-VMtnMAKKQe2v_q01y0XO4AGhOmGUJ154OdjSrevZoEDk2gpND36eekfQVlWFcBV9ekqiSAQztmJqfFfvuYbwjgjNWuER_YO3BZMrZ5zzIKNqJeCZKG73B1FnY-oV9-Xh6F2RpYUYMw/s612/istockphoto-1159994422-612x612.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="408" data-original-width="612" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqScF_00tw87aWhq4eJj4pdjhKaMnW3GJjlnahYLsVYzPcaM-VMtnMAKKQe2v_q01y0XO4AGhOmGUJ154OdjSrevZoEDk2gpND36eekfQVlWFcBV9ekqiSAQztmJqfFfvuYbwjgjNWuER_YO3BZMrZ5zzIKNqJeCZKG73B1FnY-oV9-Xh6F2RpYUYMw/w289-h192/istockphoto-1159994422-612x612.jpg" width="289" /></a><i></i></div><i><br /></i><p></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i>This tiny foul bug to my knees now has shoved me</i></p><p><i>I can't do the things I'm required to do</i></p><p><i>I hole up in bed with the tissue and hot tea</i></p><p><i>And hope this debacle will shortly run through.</i> <br /></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></b></i></span></span> <br /></p>Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-10143532592120882632022-04-27T16:40:00.001-07:002022-04-27T16:44:41.931-07:00National Poetry Month--Day 27-Alliteration Poem--The Chocolate Castle Caper<p style="text-align: left;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3JuW94cKV1nwaOF_Two_RnpwrstXWOkdp6d2XiwUOkXTAnnkfltg3__kJsNq5IsIaKtrJShzra6JeBgSVbOFcpoTBPTF0zY0tPR0OiarJqdSmEdDYix3nxES0aIegkivA4MNHereP5ou7iXusP2hTb5cvNyADqrKWSww-bUasB6YQyWwAlrAMufdywA/s612/istockphoto-157589282-612x612.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="414" data-original-width="612" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3JuW94cKV1nwaOF_Two_RnpwrstXWOkdp6d2XiwUOkXTAnnkfltg3__kJsNq5IsIaKtrJShzra6JeBgSVbOFcpoTBPTF0zY0tPR0OiarJqdSmEdDYix3nxES0aIegkivA4MNHereP5ou7iXusP2hTb5cvNyADqrKWSww-bUasB6YQyWwAlrAMufdywA/s320/istockphoto-157589282-612x612.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We're doing Alliteration Poems today. To learn how, go <a href="https://stephaniesaysso.blogspot.com/2022/04/day-27-2022-alliteration-poem.html?spref=fb&fbclid=IwAR2vmwf6bRH5NJL2MuMQh3xr2V3pHsTHTLvAqqHxfyfjDp6dYvEwx0QwnTg">here</a>. Et voila:</div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">The Chocolate Castle Caper</span></b></span><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">The key keeps me coming. </p><p style="text-align: center;">I currently call to the crusty kid<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Crunching through the canes</p><p style="text-align: center;">Crows cawing caustically </p><p style="text-align: center;">Can I creep cautiously?</p><p style="text-align: center;">I can catch a calliope calling me from <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">The cabin of a caravel near a caen stone castle.</p><p style="text-align: center;">A choir cants a cajoling canticle</p><p style="text-align: center;">Keeping me coming complete with key</p><p style="text-align: center;">Cadets call a cadenza in a cheery cadence.</p><p style="text-align: center;">I creep to the curtainwall </p><p style="text-align: center;">And climb up cautiously </p><p style="text-align: center;">Calculating the costs of collaboration.<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Careful of cads, cacti, cuddly copycat cowboys,</p><p style="text-align: center;">And creepy caimans</p><p style="text-align: center;">(Kindly kill those cruddy crocodilians.</p><p style="text-align: center;">'Cause they're in cahoots</p><p style="text-align: center;">With the cabaret cabal.)</p><p style="text-align: center;">I crawl. Then clamber over. <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">The crusty key cantilevers,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Completing its counterclockwise</p><p style="text-align: center;">Circuit, connecting completely cattywampus.</p><p style="text-align: center;">The cabinet creaks creepily</p><p style="text-align: center;">I count to a cabillion, crashing like a cadaver<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Then crawl like a caboose into the castle.</p><p style="text-align: center;">CRUD! It's a room full of cuckoo clock</p><p style="text-align: center;">Crunching cadgy cadette caddies </p><p style="text-align: center;">In cable-stitched cardigans </p><p style="text-align: center;">Chewing chicken and chocolate!</p><p style="text-align: center;">I have no cache with this choir of </p><p style="text-align: center;">Cuckoo cutting cats and their</p><p style="text-align: center;">Cacophony of chortles.</p><p style="text-align: center;">I can't keep up with their concatenations</p><p style="text-align: center;">And cataclysmic clamor. <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I crazily caper out of the castle</p><p style="text-align: center;">And into the caravel while avoiding </p><p style="text-align: center;">Caffeine and catapults full of cats and cows.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Carumba they cut! Quit!</p><p style="text-align: center;">I'm careening and capering.<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></b></i></span></span></p><p> <br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-87863247091902173372022-04-26T16:23:00.000-07:002022-04-26T16:23:13.727-07:00National Poetry Month--Day 26--Bookspine Poems<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaTcYJFWavQ_xoV2EsJuV4qCFOUfoZq1PTZfKwuzGXknQ-mPnEl0lPsOMyfy-2t_RFXtEG9Q5MniZWnhGf1cnlQOdBMId3C9Uak-pJIruN7c8YgLgzHyh8vDKu2E145eYTwi5hKmPhYt-GrhcF4ixESVFu7E8CRHVn6teGDTiSDf94cde_c_YhwVwb7Q/s3264/IMG_20220426_153700167.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaTcYJFWavQ_xoV2EsJuV4qCFOUfoZq1PTZfKwuzGXknQ-mPnEl0lPsOMyfy-2t_RFXtEG9Q5MniZWnhGf1cnlQOdBMId3C9Uak-pJIruN7c8YgLgzHyh8vDKu2E145eYTwi5hKmPhYt-GrhcF4ixESVFu7E8CRHVn6teGDTiSDf94cde_c_YhwVwb7Q/w340-h453/IMG_20220426_153700167.jpg" width="340" /></a></div><p></p><p> We're doing bookspine Poems today. If you want to learn how to do these, go <a href="https://stephaniesaysso.blogspot.com/2022/04/day-26-2022-book-spine-poetry.html?spref=fb&fbclid=IwAR3rLKKvn9T503x3-7oFkRkZizK0yRdcEtRf66W1md5y8o1sbNFYgBgCwS4">here</a>. And now for a big explanation:</p><p>We decided to have the rule in our family (after remembering the shenanigans we and our sibs got up to in our youths) that after the kids turned 12, they would spend the night in their own beds unless it was with parents home, that we knew WELL, or some kind of church thing like scout or girl's camp. Our youngest daughter was utterly disgusted with that rule and wrote a whole angry diatribe book about how she hates Mom and Dad and THE RULE. We found it hilarious and keep that book in our box of memories along with other fiance blackmail pictures and items. So this poem is all about what I think my privateer (so pirate with permission) forebear might have been thinking since he NEVER (that I know) mentioned his parents or even the country of his birth.</p><p>By the way, the author of the angry diatribe book has grown up a LOT and is no longer livid about spending the night in her own bed...;) <br /></p><p>So I suppose this poem would read something like:</p><p style="text-align: center;">I hate Mom and Dad</p><p style="text-align: center;">I'm the eldest rebel</p><p style="text-align: center;">A soul so rebellious</p><p style="text-align: center;">Now seeking the Spirit</p><p style="text-align: center;">As my inheritance</p><p style="text-align: center;">John McKusick<br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></b></i></span></span></p>Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-39276282737453897132022-04-25T17:35:00.002-07:002022-04-26T16:14:22.748-07:00National Poetry Month--Day 25--Diatelle Poems--To the Temple<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO6Ouec1y7JmADheThYyTQ2PV0t8soWxa5hrgEjXYFyIHiEf2SAY2Y3_2TNvbo9GmKwC1uojoO5nstg4RTta1xwRCIadpQ-OrEJTw3v4m5BWVPaKx-JXeEGsX_A-8YNBN52fHojNB9_Z2lgc18PizldLjQB2OxgDTyHQ-uvgx0un9bw24GNbHsLW1NRw/s1920/tucson_arizona_temple_exterior.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1413" data-original-width="1920" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO6Ouec1y7JmADheThYyTQ2PV0t8soWxa5hrgEjXYFyIHiEf2SAY2Y3_2TNvbo9GmKwC1uojoO5nstg4RTta1xwRCIadpQ-OrEJTw3v4m5BWVPaKx-JXeEGsX_A-8YNBN52fHojNB9_Z2lgc18PizldLjQB2OxgDTyHQ-uvgx0un9bw24GNbHsLW1NRw/s320/tucson_arizona_temple_exterior.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">So this is a difficult poem to write called a Diatelle. If you want to learn how to do one of these, go <a href="https://stephaniesaysso.blogspot.com/2022/04/day-24-diatelle-poem.html?spref=fb&fbclid=IwAR0216yx_VIv_7t6THkG4nFBK17SQY5Ur61gEJa_JoLuUyEbCFTa5avQyLg">here</a>. Mine is below:</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">TO THE TEMPLE </span><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Home</p><p style="text-align: center;">God's space<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Father's place<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Eternal peace</p><p style="text-align: center;">Serving the human race</p><p style="text-align: center;">A delightful spiritu'l feast</p><p style="text-align: center;">I spend one happy day a week at least</p><p style="text-align: center;">To the Temple with anticipation I roam </p><p style="text-align: center;">Letting go of world's problems--such release <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Helping Grandma, Uncle, and Niece<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;">I go before God's face</p><p style="text-align: center;">Blessings increase<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Lineage trace</p><p style="text-align: center;">God's grace</p><p style="text-align: center;">Womb<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></b></i></span></span></p><p> </p><p> </p>Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-70669085495132289892022-04-24T05:00:00.309-07:002022-04-25T17:32:53.153-07:00National Poetry Month--Day 24--Haiku Poem--Horned Toad<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj42LQOhcC2PyLR9QaKqFuaFv7xwiu9zqr86Bef2FOr812Nqg9FLuPf-TDIHwd7AtZ-Ka41uGCSGlU2_p2fGac0u9vmBPYRF03loErlaL0Kyf7hFbc6pdF99bgvf1y0R7kQtojvz_aPprrJWYoVtedlUx4-WGK_-yXwqDjIRlcAHDer8vXLf9XQ_dHpjA/s612/istockphoto-472173728-612x612.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="408" data-original-width="612" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj42LQOhcC2PyLR9QaKqFuaFv7xwiu9zqr86Bef2FOr812Nqg9FLuPf-TDIHwd7AtZ-Ka41uGCSGlU2_p2fGac0u9vmBPYRF03loErlaL0Kyf7hFbc6pdF99bgvf1y0R7kQtojvz_aPprrJWYoVtedlUx4-WGK_-yXwqDjIRlcAHDer8vXLf9XQ_dHpjA/s320/istockphoto-472173728-612x612.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>We're doing Haiku today. To read about Haiku, go <a href="https://stephaniesaysso.blogspot.com/2022/04/day-24-haiku.html?spref=fb&fbclid=IwAR3xmDNcsPwdRhl-adRUeQYuzQLZfcJ-Cyi0JuQ9urDssGGEJCWeFT_8Au4">here</a>. Here's mine:</p><p>Grumpy toad, blood in your eye</p><p>So tiny and fat</p><p>Run away if you can, Chub.</p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></b></i></span></span> <br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEios-6iGknlkl1kpr-odrc9qU27lPZQODm6PIB7adnCACxMh4QUZPbAaKvK5GehvmYqVS8SAUbfPWrEbdkAUV62ZgTjZeJwf-yUzfzHf15-XEgwlGBJcfvhNDj_XVrXUdt4q43dtfdXZ-_wJvbcRadnN2iG_R1Qvlvc4WqAP4yTRri-3lsNhFTe_EEidA/s612/istockphoto-516589963-612x612.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="612" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEios-6iGknlkl1kpr-odrc9qU27lPZQODm6PIB7adnCACxMh4QUZPbAaKvK5GehvmYqVS8SAUbfPWrEbdkAUV62ZgTjZeJwf-yUzfzHf15-XEgwlGBJcfvhNDj_XVrXUdt4q43dtfdXZ-_wJvbcRadnN2iG_R1Qvlvc4WqAP4yTRri-3lsNhFTe_EEidA/s320/istockphoto-516589963-612x612.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><br /><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><p><br /></p>Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-65054349990029277882022-04-23T19:20:00.001-07:002022-04-23T19:20:56.845-07:00National Poetry Month--Day 23--Tetractys Poem--<p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPcya_wsMbGoHjR5VECW-vas6VZTCJnJFlC6U0M0czeq2GG6ESO0K1-o4bcbay7hoVAvMZ2vhpTLDMg8EdsojHdYi5j84uRZKSzYXwlRhC8DkL2pYgMn0YnpixbfxdPy38Fq4SDhJcQVDCX4J3OsvUcAGUxLo22q7-ircnJ7dT6sACn_laBUVnU6R6sw/s612/istockphoto-670313916-612x612.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="408" data-original-width="612" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPcya_wsMbGoHjR5VECW-vas6VZTCJnJFlC6U0M0czeq2GG6ESO0K1-o4bcbay7hoVAvMZ2vhpTLDMg8EdsojHdYi5j84uRZKSzYXwlRhC8DkL2pYgMn0YnpixbfxdPy38Fq4SDhJcQVDCX4J3OsvUcAGUxLo22q7-ircnJ7dT6sACn_laBUVnU6R6sw/s320/istockphoto-670313916-612x612.jpg" width="320" /></a></p><p><i>Lost</i></p><p>Foggy</p><p><i>Mind missing</i></p><p>Head full of smoke</p><p><i>Neverland claims it's own soul once again </i></p><p>Until its grip relaxes, pushes off </p><p><i>And I drift home</i></p><p>To the place</p><p><i>Where love</i></p><p>Lives</p><p><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b> <span><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></span></b></i></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><br />Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-63566597569150233352022-04-22T05:00:00.165-07:002022-04-22T13:38:16.267-07:00National Poetry Month--Day 22, 22--Acrostic Poems, Silences, Camping<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguIOtxfXvJVo6QG5tEIqDHM40HGQTlv4WeR10KIbw_RCfiM6MrpRF9CQPe9AblY9LmhQwxdeNme61fJvdNvl81HHHb8bOL5_SwHrcGRICbxyVysnbPNDJXP89wGn4n2zZ-DpQAsFxGAqUhjg6unMMKUdSe6MGjnG8yPlpqQU-hSDJas-ftRR3c8D4sLA/s612/istockphoto-511101288-612x612.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="612" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguIOtxfXvJVo6QG5tEIqDHM40HGQTlv4WeR10KIbw_RCfiM6MrpRF9CQPe9AblY9LmhQwxdeNme61fJvdNvl81HHHb8bOL5_SwHrcGRICbxyVysnbPNDJXP89wGn4n2zZ-DpQAsFxGAqUhjg6unMMKUdSe6MGjnG8yPlpqQU-hSDJas-ftRR3c8D4sLA/s320/istockphoto-511101288-612x612.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Today we're doing Acrostic poems. If you can't figure out how to do them (there are a couple of ways) go <a href="https://stephaniesaysso.blogspot.com/2022/04/day-22-acrostic-andor-abc-poem.html?spref=fb&fbclid=IwAR0gj3RRVHB7I4M6sJpqW6ZsTnIJ6ztb8uy-44r4i-9vwhLr-8GhOm25ts0">here</a>. Otherwise, below:</span></span></span></p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">SILENCE</span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">S</span></span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <br /></span></span></b></p><p><b><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;">S</span></span></b>ecrets building behind her lips, explosive, corrosive, thrusting at the bars.<br /></p><p><b><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;">I</span></span></b> have nowhere safe to let them free, she said, quivering. He doesn't want them.<br /></p><p><b><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;">L</span></span></b>isten without judging, without defending, she begged. I could smell her fear.<br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;">E</span></b></span>mbrace instead of attacking, without forming me into a paper doll. Snip. Snip. Snip.<br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>N</b></span></span>eed to trust the person with whom I've built a life, but can't.<br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>C</b></span></span>an't bear to break the silence, hoping to change things for the better, only to fail.<br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>E</b></span></span>nticing--the impotent reticence. It looks safe, but rots from the inside out. <br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>S</b></span></span>omeday.... <br /></p><p><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b> <span><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></span></b></i></span></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO7vZaxp0OxydSQchZHn8z4nngrKWfNcFrqs6tg_VfjBo7qA-yuH-9aQZ5O_FguKTPjiNJLFzM_aQ3LNm2CTsxEgHgZundSIL6fEA0rYbM2-vv9Y28-ijAsRcof9zUtHUfzYtMEiimLzRhdti_2JxksJSqA1nV8zbmMS3N8i2wOoBT_iYaSwqfZKPxWg/s612/istockphoto-460181243-612x612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="421" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO7vZaxp0OxydSQchZHn8z4nngrKWfNcFrqs6tg_VfjBo7qA-yuH-9aQZ5O_FguKTPjiNJLFzM_aQ3LNm2CTsxEgHgZundSIL6fEA0rYbM2-vv9Y28-ijAsRcof9zUtHUfzYtMEiimLzRhdti_2JxksJSqA1nV8zbmMS3N8i2wOoBT_iYaSwqfZKPxWg/s320/istockphoto-460181243-612x612.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">CAMPING</span></span></b></p><p><span style="color: #38761d;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">C</span></b></span>reating home away from home from a couple of canvas walls and a torture cot<br /></p><p><span style="color: #38761d;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">A</span></b></span> sleeping bag the size of a coffin<br /></p><p><span style="color: #38761d;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">M</span></b></span>arshmallows stale enough to pound nails with<br /></p><p><span style="color: #38761d;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">P</span></b></span>eeing in a hole in a board that smells like a bog--if you make it<br /></p><p><span style="color: #38761d;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">I</span></b></span>tching from something you picked up tromping through the forest<br /></p><p><span style="color: #38761d;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">N</span></b></span>ight sneaking animals and insects that can bite or give off incredible stench<br /></p><p><span style="color: #38761d;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">G</span><span style="color: #274e13;">reat fun and I'd do it again in a minute!</span></b></span><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b><span><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US"> </span></span></span></span></span></b></i></span><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b> <span><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></span></b></i></span> </p><p></p>Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-18774273864577744002022-04-21T05:00:00.001-07:002022-04-21T08:50:15.012-07:00National Poetry Month--Day 21--Cinquains--Patience<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigE9TC-0LTbEMqIptlEAmmwNorrFfs1Qva_CP__pgbniOhEPfBlMbsIviE5bmFw1A-LnD2KYzgq3yLRGFnguTWaOHD9uw39nRnCxjrBhjSsTjQhUZB9BplDug2zjoX8Oc9Cx4qY4TxvG8ehvn7j2lt3QIXFm_Vm_Q1cpU1PqwOWFcsoKyEXPlLx99RaA/s612/istockphoto-509720222-612x612.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="612" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigE9TC-0LTbEMqIptlEAmmwNorrFfs1Qva_CP__pgbniOhEPfBlMbsIviE5bmFw1A-LnD2KYzgq3yLRGFnguTWaOHD9uw39nRnCxjrBhjSsTjQhUZB9BplDug2zjoX8Oc9Cx4qY4TxvG8ehvn7j2lt3QIXFm_Vm_Q1cpU1PqwOWFcsoKyEXPlLx99RaA/s320/istockphoto-509720222-612x612.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Today we're doing cinquains. <a href="https://stephaniesaysso.blogspot.com/2022/04/day-21-cinquain-poems-3-ways.html?spref=fb&fbclid=IwAR2_2YVmdEBWmVfNvKRVRnCxiT19Z07wcHR6cp8wNYWvQb6T11uMmoNmfww">Here</a>'s the explanation. Here's my poem: <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>PATIENCE</b></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Waiting with grace</b></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>God employs it often <br /></b></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Handy coping mechanism </b></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>FOREBEAR<br /></b></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b> <span><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></span></b></i></span></p><br />Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-88637164943147422522022-04-20T05:00:00.026-07:002022-04-20T17:04:50.481-07:00National Poetry Month--Day 20--5 W's Poem--Kilt kilt--AABBA Poem--The Highlander's Lament<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG99HWKDJ08DhEZbouHoL26n5iFV9Sb10AMS9BRraI1oRmZ9k4BOzm-WSyER3QRcXhFZSh7tddTq1E3CFNkNhbdcnHyry0zuMwmCfAt4PGgyQfgSJ3Dt_xzxvWARyhn6XUnkJLROe9MAOIjtqndBrSVF8hgPoyzbH1HClU4LRPVsFEKeAWckexSIMObA/s612/gettyimages-3418553-612x612.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="584" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG99HWKDJ08DhEZbouHoL26n5iFV9Sb10AMS9BRraI1oRmZ9k4BOzm-WSyER3QRcXhFZSh7tddTq1E3CFNkNhbdcnHyry0zuMwmCfAt4PGgyQfgSJ3Dt_xzxvWARyhn6XUnkJLROe9MAOIjtqndBrSVF8hgPoyzbH1HClU4LRPVsFEKeAWckexSIMObA/w223-h234/gettyimages-3418553-612x612.jpg" width="223" /></a></div><p>This is my 5 Ws poem. However, I didn't go strictly by the exact order because it didn't work that way. If you want to learn the order, go <a href="https://stephaniesaysso.blogspot.com/2022/04/day-20-5ws-poem.html?spref=fb&fbclid=IwAR0ChdwQYIuJTphkeQbFwOH3X8H1z7wF37421qOpD4AfZeBp8y-ydSxWqWY">here</a>. Otherwise, my kilt poem: </p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394;">K</span><span style="color: #cc0000;">I</span><span style="color: #274e13;">L</span><span style="color: #0b5394;">T</span> <span style="color: #990000;">K</span><span style="color: #38761d;">I</span><span style="color: #0b5394;">L</span><span style="color: #cc0000;">T</span></b></span><br /></p><p>Granny once went to Scotland fair </p><p>When the world was young and bare<br /></p><p>She asked me what she could buy me there</p><p> Hoping candy would be my fare</p><p>"A Kilt!" I said with a great deal of care</p><br /><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy3c2ziVti5s2_dogCOEx_V-PIRSt9UxHGjAdxOWSxer880t1AsXpY-5T9n1w_EQWtV1hfz1J8H6ns95la_yTepkx7sASYur3b2kUYK6y2AEULCfFr6qVAowhlMHeK1kq6U1MKJ5xtFC1g5iVFMeA0Fif4K2V-18gHvFR6-NcXnI2wZTIyn7YO-sXOJQ/s315/1916066_214631477577_7746666_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="315" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy3c2ziVti5s2_dogCOEx_V-PIRSt9UxHGjAdxOWSxer880t1AsXpY-5T9n1w_EQWtV1hfz1J8H6ns95la_yTepkx7sASYur3b2kUYK6y2AEULCfFr6qVAowhlMHeK1kq6U1MKJ5xtFC1g5iVFMeA0Fif4K2V-18gHvFR6-NcXnI2wZTIyn7YO-sXOJQ/s1600/1916066_214631477577_7746666_n.jpg" width="315" /></a></div><p></p><p>When at last my gran came home</p><p>Never to Scotland again to roam</p><p>She gave me a doll. Said "Hair to comb!</p><p>Kilts were $100 a foot, you gnome!</p><p>Next time just ask for a finger of foam." </p><p><br /></p><p>And so I lit instead on another path</p><p>To earning my kilt, instead of wrath</p><p>Became my clan's editor-in-chief I hath </p><p>With words I won my kilt plus math<br /></p><p>Because $900 bucks plus is completely daft<br /></p><p><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></b></i></span></p><p> </p><p>Here's my other poem for today:</p><p></p><p> </p><p>THE HIGHLANDER'S LAMENT (written as Johnny McKusick)<br /></p><p>(A titch naughty but inspired by the Great Moth Influx of '22--a horribly real occurrence) <br /></p><p>My kilt has been chomped by a moth</p><p>There are teacup-sized holes in the cloth</p><p>The holes there and there<br /></p><p>Causing lassies to stare</p><p>I canna just ignore them both.</p><p> </p><p>I might have to cut them away</p><p>But then too little fabric will stay</p><p>It'd be a tight skirt</p><p>Covered up by a shirt</p><p>I'd have no cloth leftover to play</p><p> </p><p>At one hundred bucks a foot</p><p>I don't have the dollars to boot</p><p>On the front there's a patch</p><p>And the back has a match</p><p>I no longer my bagpipes will toot</p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxA91vyQenRPMJwsJj7BX8OFAXZI1UEYFsaugWxr54QU8Qid02UEg_b3c6j6EFzUpglNNdg7ydnuThDY68EYfpwFtNryyF1OnAPWhWGUU9LcVylmmQF8vVuUKZ0CFN_S1xuJ83GkSyc94akfP6QKajsqINTvnMMvNqlKiPJJMj2ABi4R2K5M7yDLr4WA/s612/gettyimages-455077477-612x612.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="415" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxA91vyQenRPMJwsJj7BX8OFAXZI1UEYFsaugWxr54QU8Qid02UEg_b3c6j6EFzUpglNNdg7ydnuThDY68EYfpwFtNryyF1OnAPWhWGUU9LcVylmmQF8vVuUKZ0CFN_S1xuJ83GkSyc94akfP6QKajsqINTvnMMvNqlKiPJJMj2ABi4R2K5M7yDLr4WA/w217-h239/gettyimages-455077477-612x612.jpg" width="217" /></a></div> <p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>For sporrans in front give a cheer</p><p>But for patches things might appear</p><p>I'm happy to say </p><p>By the end of the day</p><p>I've had plenty of offers for beer <br /></p><p> </p><p>So if you should find it's your lot</p><p>That moths hole your kilt like a pot</p><p>Better take heart and mind</p><p>And a lassy you find</p><p>Who treasures what jewels (and patches) you've got! <br /></p><p><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></b></i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span></b></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimD8vz8Kphfm0eCUN6CY4gAA3t5SqvSLnZruUqk3jRe5FZkbZVSbFEUBSFBiC5xMBg4xZIAWZ2EtPqLaT659AbdbdYNOY3B_1Ue0_HP3I5AqO29Ucxeh67njcbne3Bh-huBnwepAMD9ou5yMqO5rXVUzpmnGcI43rEmtu7IUZN31az6-00HE_vR56CgQ/s612/gettyimages-697640579-612x612.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="459" data-original-width="612" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimD8vz8Kphfm0eCUN6CY4gAA3t5SqvSLnZruUqk3jRe5FZkbZVSbFEUBSFBiC5xMBg4xZIAWZ2EtPqLaT659AbdbdYNOY3B_1Ue0_HP3I5AqO29Ucxeh67njcbne3Bh-huBnwepAMD9ou5yMqO5rXVUzpmnGcI43rEmtu7IUZN31az6-00HE_vR56CgQ/s320/gettyimages-697640579-612x612.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></span></b></i></span></div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><br /><span lang="en-US"><br /> </span></span></span></span></b></i></span> <br /><p></p><p> </p>Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-76029594147661073142022-04-19T05:00:00.000-07:002022-04-19T11:18:10.416-07:00National Poetry Month--Day 19--Rhyme Royal--When You Live in a Desert<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfP9LDSB2V4EvmsFFz4qhbDdqYZlPdW2eyHU4v9o0HfeLmabfHFwXN7qN2X_9hpmAR4XyL1djRwQ_PFzEZ5vcBIc864ZUPNwByc1D9_WCbcK6BHySnbrjHP6UEeZ3tp8aI_3P-ygCrASs9SYSZoognShvQx6JQbLaVpYELzVNt9gp-rWM2Ji6q2YgVCg/s315/272188575_10160101161082578_5319886434747113569_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="315" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfP9LDSB2V4EvmsFFz4qhbDdqYZlPdW2eyHU4v9o0HfeLmabfHFwXN7qN2X_9hpmAR4XyL1djRwQ_PFzEZ5vcBIc864ZUPNwByc1D9_WCbcK6BHySnbrjHP6UEeZ3tp8aI_3P-ygCrASs9SYSZoognShvQx6JQbLaVpYELzVNt9gp-rWM2Ji6q2YgVCg/s1600/272188575_10160101161082578_5319886434747113569_n.jpg" width="315" /></a></div><p></p><p>Today we're doing a Rhyme Royal. If you want to tackle this more difficult form and don't know how, go <a href="https://stephaniesaysso.blogspot.com/2022/04/day-19-rhyme-royal-poem.html?spref=fb&fbclid=IwAR1zXhsuQjAtPiirUkOXkiJ1XtVyQioUzH3TX9p2I9AGtlwrNGxm8f-r0ao">here</a>. Otherwise, here's my poem: <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">WHEN YOU LIVE IN A DESERT</span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;">Living in deserts without drifting snow<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Your winters are full of unbearable heats<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Ice won't paint flow'rs on your frosty window</p><p style="text-align: center;">No ice for skating in thick enough sheets</p><p style="text-align: center;">Rolled socks for throwing must be snowball cheats </p><p style="text-align: center;">I want to move somewhere the snowflakes fall</p><p style="text-align: center;">No dangerous poisons and stickers tall</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></b></i></span> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw_3M4sg26NolVJXmWV-Tm8PIbhiPhDb8bx-dhhKjxg72cCAalzrVu80WfdOl3ATbAUaPAsXle3TByG9Qd-ey2faf2-M0OAOZvGe_P6qw-e0CnO3p612rUqUgVYUjMCAQLM-_f2l0q4VdGfsSXsWYqmJEqeA0OzlMqyx64CUOeARuTE_lL7-dBpfhc1w/s276/camel.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="276" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw_3M4sg26NolVJXmWV-Tm8PIbhiPhDb8bx-dhhKjxg72cCAalzrVu80WfdOl3ATbAUaPAsXle3TByG9Qd-ey2faf2-M0OAOZvGe_P6qw-e0CnO3p612rUqUgVYUjMCAQLM-_f2l0q4VdGfsSXsWYqmJEqeA0OzlMqyx64CUOeARuTE_lL7-dBpfhc1w/s1600/camel.jpg" width="276" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><br />Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-90084698002272247852022-04-18T10:34:00.001-07:002022-04-18T10:35:44.972-07:00National Poetry Month--Day 18--Brevette Poems<p style="text-align: right;"><br /> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXy61dNVgRVwWxtSE561TVluStr9uw4nMNH_EISGgb7ECCUwaYjKIMybPgvILtMrqsHnPYrwRgVY23_wWurGjBqxNOTw04g8hkse1AoBJkI3MdRZFyIb-oZphqZ9rsdX4D9jxLrOuXJdeDJpx2PwPc6gRvLW5kjR0zvUk4Ov3DqKInrySsBLsk-M7KKQ/s612/istockphoto-857877866-612x612.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="408" data-original-width="612" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXy61dNVgRVwWxtSE561TVluStr9uw4nMNH_EISGgb7ECCUwaYjKIMybPgvILtMrqsHnPYrwRgVY23_wWurGjBqxNOTw04g8hkse1AoBJkI3MdRZFyIb-oZphqZ9rsdX4D9jxLrOuXJdeDJpx2PwPc6gRvLW5kjR0zvUk4Ov3DqKInrySsBLsk-M7KKQ/s320/istockphoto-857877866-612x612.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p> </p><p style="text-align: right;">Pluto</p><p></p><p style="text-align: right;">N E E D S</p><div style="text-align: right;">Indigo</div><p>Exhaustion </p><p>B R E E D S </p><p>Carelessness</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6bbiwl4Ej7Mqm6bPeAv5o1GU6OEIZsQhGtqrlovycQVE35yBM7CbL7vFnENAJ-CV65LoTgQdhpFmNUocmbeB67dQdAblI4OQJRtnALGtBQVWbDsTaDxi24DAQPgFHnmjokik6MIWuXbBFqLJpRY-Lv42IqoPhJBnvRPfp4znxSgPbjgzQ2yaFmzjtNQ/s612/istockphoto-609079150-612x612.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="435" data-original-width="612" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6bbiwl4Ej7Mqm6bPeAv5o1GU6OEIZsQhGtqrlovycQVE35yBM7CbL7vFnENAJ-CV65LoTgQdhpFmNUocmbeB67dQdAblI4OQJRtnALGtBQVWbDsTaDxi24DAQPgFHnmjokik6MIWuXbBFqLJpRY-Lv42IqoPhJBnvRPfp4znxSgPbjgzQ2yaFmzjtNQ/s320/istockphoto-609079150-612x612.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Imagination</p><p style="text-align: center;">B E C K O N S</p><p style="text-align: center;">Awe</p>If you want to know what a brevette poem is, go <a href="https://stephaniesaysso.blogspot.com/2022/04/day-18-breveete.html">here</a>.<br />Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-37469401900492954402022-04-17T05:00:00.240-07:002022-04-18T10:17:05.411-07:00National Poetry Month--Day 17-- Free Verse Poem--Faceless<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMc1t0WT88q_eCLSw-s9l2yTS3OXDWi9yk2HsOG3cpwsCLr_EiOnMJVQItY-5OlZ8pKLWYmo6mUqGznKbW3v9suW44k8-kXlHbx0f0GnpLqew72PeKeHORnLGLEmjws5B55ybnS2C_ygzs66CNUKiSPkJ0kncLu6CC5ThfHxfPXLNEsuaiAFYbLdaYSg/s3264/IMG_20210107_112659953.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMc1t0WT88q_eCLSw-s9l2yTS3OXDWi9yk2HsOG3cpwsCLr_EiOnMJVQItY-5OlZ8pKLWYmo6mUqGznKbW3v9suW44k8-kXlHbx0f0GnpLqew72PeKeHORnLGLEmjws5B55ybnS2C_ygzs66CNUKiSPkJ0kncLu6CC5ThfHxfPXLNEsuaiAFYbLdaYSg/s320/IMG_20210107_112659953.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><p>I got this picture for Christmas. While it is beautifully done, and I enjoy it, it profoundly bothers me. In fact, all pictures of this sort bother me as I feel it reduces a person to their surface details, while ignoring the deeper qualities reflected in a person's face. With Christ, that problem is magnified a hundred fold.</p><p><br /></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> FACELESS</span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Why</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Would I know You</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">By everything You</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Are not?</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">You were never</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">About clothes or hair</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Surface detritus</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Nothingnesses</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">They do not matter to You, </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Those details lost in other</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Importances <br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> <br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">You are all about</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Depth-less, Boundless, Eternal Eyes</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Full of Eternity </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Lit with the Light of your Creations <br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Awash with All the Love</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">All the Caring,</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">All the Infinite Longing</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">To see your younger sibs once more</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Crowded around you,</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Filling your arms</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Clambering to be close.</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">You are those eyes</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Full of infinite sadness </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">And hope</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">For the Lost,</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Those who, </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Cut and bleeding, forge their own path</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Through broken glass</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">And broken hearts</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Feeling forsaken, but not,</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">The takers, <br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Their own lives chasing</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Will-o-the-wisps </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Of power <br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Who think they Know,</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">But do not care <br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Those who may never turn their gaze</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Back to You.</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">You are those ears</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">That hear us calling out to You</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">In the night,</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Offering our fears</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">For You to allay. </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">You hear our agonies </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">In the small hours</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Beseeching, begging</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Clambering for blessings</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Answers <br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">We rarely earn or heed,</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">But still beg of You.</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">You are those Eyes</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Which See each of us, <br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Full of light,</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Lantern-bearer</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Seeker of the recalcitrant, </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">The stubborn</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Those who think we are our own, </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">The mistaken, the clueless,<br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Finding us out in the stickers and rocks</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Leading us back</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">To the safety of Fold,</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Our little faces raised in Trust, </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">But still distractable. </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">You are there to guide</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">In perfect patience.</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Yours are those lips which,</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Utterly Guile-less,</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Say the words we must hear.</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">You whisper of enduring,</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Of doing and finding</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Of serving, and growing</span></i></p><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">And realizing.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> <br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">You speak <br /></span></i></div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">The Comfort we crave</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Those magic-seeming,</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">So simple, <br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Difficult Words</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">That show us how to</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Pick our way</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Back Home. </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">You are Your all-engulfing arms</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Those havens from darkness</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Those deceptively strong </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Pillars of strength</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">That hold us to Your </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Limitless Heart</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">That remind us we are Loved</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">With such billowing, blazing, </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Boundless Love</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">That we can never comprehend it all. <br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">You are those Eyes.</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></b></i></span> <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-60702877943746711952022-04-16T05:00:00.000-07:002022-04-16T17:55:49.429-07:00National Poetry Month--Day 16--Naani Poem--<p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIG6SYASqEIuei85RR4z8G9uqzIdaOlI6pAOLzgSselvVGMtDmr22LCpgfxXGvaDkX9CsZ2-TWp-xyEi9pTjlUcPS8ucjrGHOIbPW-laip3w8LmH-PJzRY7o5wFa8n-Qyk1jyyeLgigTDRELPxVduIy9kvKzTe0Xf9HPUZNSA_tp4KWqQ33NV0RcNa7g/s612/istockphoto-181886590-612x612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="408" data-original-width="612" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIG6SYASqEIuei85RR4z8G9uqzIdaOlI6pAOLzgSselvVGMtDmr22LCpgfxXGvaDkX9CsZ2-TWp-xyEi9pTjlUcPS8ucjrGHOIbPW-laip3w8LmH-PJzRY7o5wFa8n-Qyk1jyyeLgigTDRELPxVduIy9kvKzTe0Xf9HPUZNSA_tp4KWqQ33NV0RcNa7g/s320/istockphoto-181886590-612x612.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> Today we're doing Naani Poems. To find out how to do those, go <a href="https://stephaniesaysso.blogspot.com/2022/04/day-16-naani-poem.html?spref=fb&fbclid=IwAR2EVo8uKy7m6JFCSPGu2VtypVSDoCaU5jbii_5L6RJqtVPMX4UxnbU04WA">here</a>. Mine:<p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">LOVE AND LIGHT</span></b></span><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-size: large;"> We come down to this world</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-size: large;">Knowing nothing but love</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-size: large;">Leaving with slightly more</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-size: large;">God's precious light's a trove</span></span> <span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US"><br /></span></span></span></span></b></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US"> </span></span></span></span></b></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP-dGrXt-rXCaRQu8i0KNHqZURK91_mYNvpDUrRgTsNdk0EX7iVynEhXFMswODLpfoKbbUDYM4au6SVCTVn2scTmOdOYYGlgq3pUradRy4Eg7N0z0gnZuigWPD8uUpgzor3cdQCV28vkZ2vr2gJYFyjg9Tdl17L2JuiCGkIA3IKitPLnVgGQ-hdS8xTA/s612/istockphoto-458804617-612x612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="408" data-original-width="612" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP-dGrXt-rXCaRQu8i0KNHqZURK91_mYNvpDUrRgTsNdk0EX7iVynEhXFMswODLpfoKbbUDYM4au6SVCTVn2scTmOdOYYGlgq3pUradRy4Eg7N0z0gnZuigWPD8uUpgzor3cdQCV28vkZ2vr2gJYFyjg9Tdl17L2JuiCGkIA3IKitPLnVgGQ-hdS8xTA/s320/istockphoto-458804617-612x612.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></span></span></b></i></span></div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy<br /></span></span></span></span></b></i></span><p></p><b><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"></span></b><p> </p>Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-5075997970474732032022-04-15T05:00:00.019-07:002022-04-15T11:15:04.178-07:00National Poetry Month--Day 15--Octopoems--Spelunking<div><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk7AqAaJUVzN_nwjvjeXB0jjDK5418LYO4KWfwLtQ5N--gjtK-UFSerxkRDw36RXTjo9DdMMGEG47xwZs5HwVk9cKiJ5syuddKU9njtWDJRLATs64sZfDPGjvrMBX3w86xSnjFLQUmmnlybt4zcsmJwB9uDrJJhsGDIay4T_ROCrRnSr-qcgF9Um1Ekw/s315/1916066_214635197577_8283709_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="315" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk7AqAaJUVzN_nwjvjeXB0jjDK5418LYO4KWfwLtQ5N--gjtK-UFSerxkRDw36RXTjo9DdMMGEG47xwZs5HwVk9cKiJ5syuddKU9njtWDJRLATs64sZfDPGjvrMBX3w86xSnjFLQUmmnlybt4zcsmJwB9uDrJJhsGDIay4T_ROCrRnSr-qcgF9Um1Ekw/s1600/1916066_214635197577_8283709_n.jpg" width="315" /></a><br /></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p>Today we're doing Octopoems. To find out what that is, go <a href="https://stephaniesaysso.blogspot.com/2022/04/day-15-octopoem.html?spref=fb&fbclid=IwAR1ju0vatPu5-wxPFOnkjccEaO520A3c7Za1EIAXycXemRmoNctgHZ6lI2o">here</a>. Mine is below:</p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"> SPELUNKING</span></b></i></p><p style="text-align: center;">I sit in the dark with my headlamp off. The black is so dense I can barely breathe.</p><p style="text-align: center;">No season matters in this Stygian place of silken draperies, chocolate ribbons, buttery bacon, and crazy-shaped Helictites</p><p style="text-align: center;">Beneath, a watery floor who knows how deep, puddles full of cave pearls and blind fish</p><p style="text-align: center;">For weather, only the drip drip dripping of seeping water hitting my helmet and a breathe of passing breeze<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">My grubbies are mud from the bottoms of my ragged shoes to the top of my head lamp</p><p style="text-align: center;">I sit on a stone stool to wait for my following son, who is chimney-ing down the last of the narrow crevasse.</p><p style="text-align: center;">I'm so glad I have my helmet on, or I'd have M*A*S*H-ed my head a hundred times.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Might as well have the sandwich I didn't want to leave in the car to give me food poisoning. Yum. Dirt.<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7g-PoRWCEdautWWdMJWmJzpZdoDfjEbWQvzqi_AK47B2kYkIyW5A0GoNn9-BL3o2jPa4Rc5xohdB25tpkiWcW1L1W-O5bTOH-WwrbqOwjA_V7eQPbK__wEB1ittPg5UrgIU9ZWJUPDndH0BfsVfe55oapAunLOStENebI5Xj2Op_T7t7fHELzJRjFXQ/s315/1916066_214635212577_330674_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="315" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7g-PoRWCEdautWWdMJWmJzpZdoDfjEbWQvzqi_AK47B2kYkIyW5A0GoNn9-BL3o2jPa4Rc5xohdB25tpkiWcW1L1W-O5bTOH-WwrbqOwjA_V7eQPbK__wEB1ittPg5UrgIU9ZWJUPDndH0BfsVfe55oapAunLOStENebI5Xj2Op_T7t7fHELzJRjFXQ/s1600/1916066_214635212577_330674_n.jpg" width="315" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These are 5 of our 6 children.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></b></i></span></div><br /><div> <p></p><p> <br /></p></div>Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-22981420217001623152022-04-14T05:00:00.069-07:002022-04-14T12:04:54.596-07:00National Poetry Month--Day 14--Pyramid Poem--Humans--Orange Blossoms<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2KwhVN4wKJnH0BlMOypedMIqSJneTj6CdzwqfiCgksisnMCgi92uEvkgOyG2P9J9iGmS0eEHA8ztiQxczfLHqbx9nTe7OfwhZvNgs2nf1ebGhCa-ctf9Z8meuQxmRYpsUxhMy-uQsQxS8GkwI3f7fVJXh4DDjSrZkxjYRIhfSUOAm2dwpt7fDEKk4hQ/s600/pexels-photo-169406.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2KwhVN4wKJnH0BlMOypedMIqSJneTj6CdzwqfiCgksisnMCgi92uEvkgOyG2P9J9iGmS0eEHA8ztiQxczfLHqbx9nTe7OfwhZvNgs2nf1ebGhCa-ctf9Z8meuQxmRYpsUxhMy-uQsQxS8GkwI3f7fVJXh4DDjSrZkxjYRIhfSUOAm2dwpt7fDEKk4hQ/s320/pexels-photo-169406.webp" width="320" /></a></div> <p></p><p>We're doing Pyramid Poems today. If you'd like to learn how, go <a href="https://stephaniesaysso.blogspot.com/2022/04/day-14-pyramid-poem.html?spref=fb&fbclid=IwAR0ZnH5MkF5uv5FWEMIRCChZ-DLND98VBm5cAzOMiMIgFBSR1M7Y779zRGA">here</a>. Otherwise, Ta-dummmmmm:</p><p style="text-align: center;">Beings</p><p style="text-align: center;">Human beings<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Human beings having </p><p style="text-align: center;">Human beings having spiritual</p><p style="text-align: center;">Human beings having spiritual moments or spiritual beings having human moments?<br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></b></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic-jL1n3Eqbp8WUAT7A2-rYCGBnfy0ExoKNcJfZ-CFwNHD_PxrDIX6SPQKrtk8dDVXTYrWhE6nVcOjgAHN63NErXLEUXKmINka2qdWY0pSoJC2IDv2tGYPIAXeaAzP05uZqpHy_z3PzOJl0uE4o4YCdZyFQVh6YE1j9Z_iOYpXSRDA_sVkN5wKukta3A/s174/index.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="122" data-original-width="174" height="122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic-jL1n3Eqbp8WUAT7A2-rYCGBnfy0ExoKNcJfZ-CFwNHD_PxrDIX6SPQKrtk8dDVXTYrWhE6nVcOjgAHN63NErXLEUXKmINka2qdWY0pSoJC2IDv2tGYPIAXeaAzP05uZqpHy_z3PzOJl0uE4o4YCdZyFQVh6YE1j9Z_iOYpXSRDA_sVkN5wKukta3A/s1600/index.jpg" width="174" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"> Blossoms</p><p style="text-align: center;">Orange blossoms</p><p style="text-align: center;">Orange blossoms smell</p><p style="text-align: center;">Orange blossoms smell heavenly</p><p style="text-align: center;">Orange blossoms smell heavenly as they drift to the ground <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></b></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US"><br /> </span></span></span></span></b></i></span></p><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span></span>Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-4061698978048975802022-04-13T05:00:00.001-07:002022-04-13T17:11:28.451-07:00National Poetry Month--Day 13--What if Poem--Wide Open<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5nQomRSclwjR7LP2pBYdNhmMOnnyeBYkg8090vevnMPtpcuGoWxwbHgAlQZmqbZxq1oWj-U4_b05FZI_NbmpwhfUzryuaFwTpdUirgiF0HpeUYNvWNio52nLSedobCmL3PnK6h-3M5HRFG7x6Ib7YbVYoFfXFlxrHoUPr9c7kLDsxtf-dGcqlKwFkzw/s1500/pexels-photo-595747.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5nQomRSclwjR7LP2pBYdNhmMOnnyeBYkg8090vevnMPtpcuGoWxwbHgAlQZmqbZxq1oWj-U4_b05FZI_NbmpwhfUzryuaFwTpdUirgiF0HpeUYNvWNio52nLSedobCmL3PnK6h-3M5HRFG7x6Ib7YbVYoFfXFlxrHoUPr9c7kLDsxtf-dGcqlKwFkzw/s320/pexels-photo-595747.webp" width="256" /></a><br /></div> <p></p><p>Today it's What if Poems. <a href="https://stephaniesaysso.blogspot.com/2022/04/day-13-what-if-i-might.html?spref=fb&fbclid=IwAR3fb0ZWe0-JZOHuQnJrQd8gtGmyGUVYgbfKSf7Z_RTigvrwF58iBwp-wDk">Here</a>'s how to do them. Here's my poem: </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><b>WIDE OPEN</b></i></span></span><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>What if I didn't let others' imaginations limit what I could do with my mind?<br /></i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> I could break out of the box and into the wild blue beyond.</i></span></span><br /></p><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG07R7zd6lTEnZl9GLAMWnKCkgiuisGl1jyLLnvEw-ZZjbMSah_ubN-gGzdOCYsUyoyEHxw_xjNSlk1xX8XDv4bbQrjF6nats4u61gogIYgnRl0kZ0cI9uyV07uKKBIKWWvyd1D7oPYuyTrlakd2ghicijb8-xbUDRCMXKzLOv-SXO6hQQkciMSgz58w/s600/pexels-photo-1327891.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="600" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG07R7zd6lTEnZl9GLAMWnKCkgiuisGl1jyLLnvEw-ZZjbMSah_ubN-gGzdOCYsUyoyEHxw_xjNSlk1xX8XDv4bbQrjF6nats4u61gogIYgnRl0kZ0cI9uyV07uKKBIKWWvyd1D7oPYuyTrlakd2ghicijb8-xbUDRCMXKzLOv-SXO6hQQkciMSgz58w/s320/pexels-photo-1327891.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">What if being able to do that only needs letting go of preconceived notions.<br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: #990000;">I could do anything in my head or out of it.</span><br /></span></span></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5jdoi9y6oe1MU5Uwnhte5Nahnl9bQq1WC8lSfVOxQFK_ahVSdcSQkmT9USb5m1K1kcVV38i9Ie91oZpLhQHe07ZXS0uFkTm4Reeqd0j0RHSpttmkjZbRH1lWvmpifQDmcWuUR4uiPmu218SzrJVeGW7zVWOUkhOt8EHtiddc2_N_IiTDL36mpcJvNRQ/s600/pexels-photo-323340.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="399" data-original-width="600" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5jdoi9y6oe1MU5Uwnhte5Nahnl9bQq1WC8lSfVOxQFK_ahVSdcSQkmT9USb5m1K1kcVV38i9Ie91oZpLhQHe07ZXS0uFkTm4Reeqd0j0RHSpttmkjZbRH1lWvmpifQDmcWuUR4uiPmu218SzrJVeGW7zVWOUkhOt8EHtiddc2_N_IiTDL36mpcJvNRQ/s320/pexels-photo-323340.webp" width="320" /></a></div> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">What if all I needed was something to light the way?<br /></span></b></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><i><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">I could ILLUMINATE the way for a myriad others.</span></b></i><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtf9KRrP5rPrk6_X7nuKhUl4gTcvD7DIqz6HIh8KT25f1YmL6Alvl6tELrROdznc-mUlsTg5dRPUXuACp0xG4kAdRpETMTgeW9BwDlSlzTezDvsSVqdsBXNaYcNa9_LKTrI1o3L2KvvshNW9xR7kBZO_8vRHBSXldyRpVEouseUOmN7meyUoVN5Z6Dig/s2250/night-photograph-starry-sky-night-sky-star-957040.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2250" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtf9KRrP5rPrk6_X7nuKhUl4gTcvD7DIqz6HIh8KT25f1YmL6Alvl6tELrROdznc-mUlsTg5dRPUXuACp0xG4kAdRpETMTgeW9BwDlSlzTezDvsSVqdsBXNaYcNa9_LKTrI1o3L2KvvshNW9xR7kBZO_8vRHBSXldyRpVEouseUOmN7meyUoVN5Z6Dig/s320/night-photograph-starry-sky-night-sky-star-957040.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">What's stopping me?</span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnZAPZxRWc2G8n4PhiP4Ed0BNkiPQXF4IbO0JAn539oYYED4-4mUofAVT285k_eZv_1Q7eV9_Me4kgjAnS2mEbPsBF7ZAHTXDZhY4VnpdmNrPidq4ylYTzXMtiGdJ2egV4NC5kqBilxuCPxVuV_W5Ol9zrU2U5sjQ7OFysDPxRcHmn8TlUowYJe-gWnw/s600/pexels-photo-1038166.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="600" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnZAPZxRWc2G8n4PhiP4Ed0BNkiPQXF4IbO0JAn539oYYED4-4mUofAVT285k_eZv_1Q7eV9_Me4kgjAnS2mEbPsBF7ZAHTXDZhY4VnpdmNrPidq4ylYTzXMtiGdJ2egV4NC5kqBilxuCPxVuV_W5Ol9zrU2U5sjQ7OFysDPxRcHmn8TlUowYJe-gWnw/s320/pexels-photo-1038166.webp" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></b></i></span> <br /></p><br />Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-54148112775636880152022-04-12T05:00:00.001-07:002022-04-12T14:54:24.779-07:00National Poetry Month--Day 12--Quinzaine--So HOT!!!--plus<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKD172ICxocRBusvZGpE1jvUrY1pR6GAqwqccz48sIrkOSLoHUja48bGMmFV_Nh98Hn03KWF9KNTe6ypH1ZG3103-HhthDFDa5-wakoUjsNPMwctWdEnTjGcjK7w5_4F62dEgMof32_HncRqi0jqgMdEF_JGLCV4KcWsLnsORaRblGu6zvgjaf24Uzsw/s278/HotWeeds.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="181" data-original-width="278" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKD172ICxocRBusvZGpE1jvUrY1pR6GAqwqccz48sIrkOSLoHUja48bGMmFV_Nh98Hn03KWF9KNTe6ypH1ZG3103-HhthDFDa5-wakoUjsNPMwctWdEnTjGcjK7w5_4F62dEgMof32_HncRqi0jqgMdEF_JGLCV4KcWsLnsORaRblGu6zvgjaf24Uzsw/s1600/HotWeeds.jpg" width="278" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: left;">We're doing Quinzaine Poems today. If you want to know how to do one, go <a href="https://stephaniesaysso.blogspot.com/2022/04/day-12-quinzaine.html?spref=fb&fbclid=IwAR2kgQTmz8dDAwKAhdbLfpWPplf3gulgyvVMIjHNsWh4vVilZqObu6nU9S8">here</a>. Otherwise, mine are below: </p><p style="text-align: center;">Sunny oven in summer</p><p style="text-align: center;">Why is it so hot?</p><p style="text-align: center;">Grow more weeds.</p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></b></i></span> <br /></p><p>We recently had a General Conference for our church. One of the leaders got a note from a little boy who had had it with all the boring sitting around listening. These are their words:<br /></p><p>Why is conf'rence so boring?</p><p>Why do we do it?</p><p>Salvation.<br /></p>Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-68776060174888734312022-04-11T05:00:00.034-07:002022-04-11T14:13:27.223-07:00National Poetry Month--Day 11--Tan-Renga Poem--Friendship<div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixOXDlpKXE-lvvJHldZkJMfOY_iaj19ByDFGrcypy2P2TA4JMLDreJ7Zbfwxp-sgiRglAuhxiN28pG-ns2lnU9KrlXYhGUgQWmwXFHQay5wXGEMuPwWDLdXvRHH6-vAzX7GihnpoQs0IJtIrTWk9rBcx9yZ5fnE_mWrJR3k8ryEvoz6e6pcTo-55tPPg/s2592/IMG_20210915_125034771.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1944" data-original-width="2592" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixOXDlpKXE-lvvJHldZkJMfOY_iaj19ByDFGrcypy2P2TA4JMLDreJ7Zbfwxp-sgiRglAuhxiN28pG-ns2lnU9KrlXYhGUgQWmwXFHQay5wXGEMuPwWDLdXvRHH6-vAzX7GihnpoQs0IJtIrTWk9rBcx9yZ5fnE_mWrJR3k8ryEvoz6e6pcTo-55tPPg/s320/IMG_20210915_125034771.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p> Today we're doing Tan-Renga Poems and I'm doing mine with my friend Janet DeSantos. The Tigger is an inside joke. If you want to know how to do one of these, go <a href="https://stephaniesaysso.blogspot.com/2022/04/day-13-tan-renga-poem-2022.html?spref=fb&fbclid=IwAR3mYSDthl-9WFXU_sR_BeOIggqpZ7FaKE0x54eQtYM9f7mBWpKKrJFT1bU">here</a>. Otherwise, here's our poem:<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Friendship is priceless</p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;">Seeing life through others' eyes<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Equal give and take </p><p style="text-align: center;">Caring, sharing life on Earth <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Friendship is a gift from God<br /></p></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></b></i></span></div><br />Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-3585506942117985562022-04-10T05:30:00.136-07:002022-04-10T05:30:00.191-07:00National Poetry Month--Day 10--"ING" poems--Tardigrade, Doggy--Free Verse--My Mom<p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><span></span></span> </span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqRcX6rOgVgPbIjOIV27LHF-HDVAtz37UAqZH4_wx9zaVD5eiMFXdcsJdCbYm-kt0jnlnErWw0bM72snwAckeiteBShyEjw1hl-tl8bxPfiSKsUKxEhnM03i-_8EX6M9-crXq4-SKNsneCyFHzrfkcxqk94JwynMDFLQL5NrB8INyrBUcqzUjbil11ag/s259/WaterBear.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqRcX6rOgVgPbIjOIV27LHF-HDVAtz37UAqZH4_wx9zaVD5eiMFXdcsJdCbYm-kt0jnlnErWw0bM72snwAckeiteBShyEjw1hl-tl8bxPfiSKsUKxEhnM03i-_8EX6M9-crXq4-SKNsneCyFHzrfkcxqk94JwynMDFLQL5NrB8INyrBUcqzUjbil11ag/s1600/WaterBear.jpg" width="259" /></a></span></span></div><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span></span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Tardigrade</span></span></span></span></span></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Existing</span></span></span></span></span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Toodling</span></span></span></span></span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Drinking</span></span></span></span></span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Swimming</span></span></span></span></span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Breeding</span></span></span></span></span></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Monstering</span></span></span></span></span></span></i></p><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span><b>©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</b></span></span></span></div><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;">Today we're doing "ing" poems (plus I did a free verse one). If you want to know what that is, go <a href="https://stephaniesaysso.blogspot.com/2020/04/day-14-ing-poem-for-30-poems-in-30-days.html">here</a>.</span></span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwnhfJI3S6MkbsP8FCqclUuzOTQ_3r0H5hgbLgWsk5ybHJ7naEnjLIsinHNjtSFn6vNaOsraPEUnhyyWaCJyUmB9NXFyhIEMejvsWyTIdeF86hbi7ZcpfOxWpr9mgK3cWmA6qli_3CJVQ9vuACeloZcdjcAepMfpL8BdXzOmN2VXbKXtfNhhgduyy69g/s268/Dog2Butterfly.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="188" data-original-width="268" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwnhfJI3S6MkbsP8FCqclUuzOTQ_3r0H5hgbLgWsk5ybHJ7naEnjLIsinHNjtSFn6vNaOsraPEUnhyyWaCJyUmB9NXFyhIEMejvsWyTIdeF86hbi7ZcpfOxWpr9mgK3cWmA6qli_3CJVQ9vuACeloZcdjcAepMfpL8BdXzOmN2VXbKXtfNhhgduyy69g/s1600/Dog2Butterfly.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></p><p><b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;">DOGGY</span></span></span></b></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;">Fetching</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;">Sniffing</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;">Barking</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;">Protecting</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"> Herding</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;">Sleeping</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;">Gnawing </span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;">Racing</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;">Flying</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;">Catching</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;">Peeing</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;">Burying <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;">Grinning</span></span></span> </span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"></p><br /><p></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<br /></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #073763;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">My Mom
</span></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #073763;">
</span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>From
when I was tiny
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>You
were my mirror And my lantern,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Holding
aloft an example
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Of
what it means to become
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>A
woman of God.
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>You are the woman on her knees,
</b></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnWCtlMNT_Gb-T0Hm_7NtDmZ6Fl7xjNgPoX3ekk6Dc8eDOyr-DVSelOMy-PRKFDz1DTp1E3Dp1koyEGPIHdXKqAujWtzL4enB-MGL9R4PJntIJ0FSvzLZS9Fe6EAeByaqay4hFPzTLaI7z/s4320/DSC01062.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3240" data-original-width="4320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnWCtlMNT_Gb-T0Hm_7NtDmZ6Fl7xjNgPoX3ekk6Dc8eDOyr-DVSelOMy-PRKFDz1DTp1E3Dp1koyEGPIHdXKqAujWtzL4enB-MGL9R4PJntIJ0FSvzLZS9Fe6EAeByaqay4hFPzTLaI7z/s320/DSC01062.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: right;"></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Twice
the missionary
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>You
are the most patient,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>The
kindest, the busiest,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>The
most creative,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Curious
about nature,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>And
about the world around us.
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Mom
the trouble shield
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Though
supportive wife
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>The
go-getter-est, most intrepid
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Person
I know.
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>More
than that,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>You
were always SERVICE.
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>You
were there when
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>You
wished to be anywhere else,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Making
it work for the rest of us.
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Because
it was what you do.
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>You
build 'HOME'.
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>You
build the future out of
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Snips
and smidges
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>And
things others left behind.
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>You
believed in a clumsy ballerina
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>And
a squeaky violinist
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>And
a writer of books
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>You,
the ebullient,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Player
of Scrabble
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>With
a twinkle in your eye,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Who
hopes to win,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>But
gladly acclaims others' wins.
<br /></b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>The
creator of art and life,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>The
cork who rises to the top,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>The
water off a duck's back,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>The
'This-too-will-pass' person.
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>You
taught in spite of not knowing
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>The
language where you lived.
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>You
the globe-spanning teacher,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Cleanser
of hospitals, bedrooms,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Mistakes
and hearts,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>You
bloom where planted.
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>You,
a fearsome warrior
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>For
the righteous.
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>You
who take meals to the sick,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Bake
bread for the hungry,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Make
dolls for the world,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>You,
the erstwhile debutante
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Give
clothing to children
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>IN
Africa, You who work in hospitals
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>And
orphanages,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Who
walk though lame,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Who
digs up the past,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>You
who hunt relatives
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Like
a coursing hawk.
</b></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih9NobdA9R56XUTGrhP7MFKU69bT2ftDl5mHJ7zEfnt3mpd81YXQKLP8xlj1AJjE-VXFV2abV4Fenv-Dljq7Hx1AgXVqk9Jt_DZjvtWHj6QGPPJHxzUzPORWccJaIPXw5YKf7XSsgXrtGDGOHxO3U8vC6h8lbmiWdbqdZDjmgMmL1o0v7lhwWhRT3zEw/s4320/DSC01659.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3240" data-original-width="4320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih9NobdA9R56XUTGrhP7MFKU69bT2ftDl5mHJ7zEfnt3mpd81YXQKLP8xlj1AJjE-VXFV2abV4Fenv-Dljq7Hx1AgXVqk9Jt_DZjvtWHj6QGPPJHxzUzPORWccJaIPXw5YKf7XSsgXrtGDGOHxO3U8vC6h8lbmiWdbqdZDjmgMmL1o0v7lhwWhRT3zEw/s320/DSC01659.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>You
who care fiercely
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>For
her young,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Who
taught us hard work didn't hurt,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>My
mother who remembers
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>The
little things,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>And
gives them back
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>As
big things.
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>You
the sentinel of the broken,
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Who
dragged me around the world
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>When
I was too young to appreciate
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>All
you sacrificed for me
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>And
for our family and
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Everyone
you know
</b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>You,
Mom, are my HEROINE. </b></span></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>You are my world. <br /></b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>
</b></span></span></div><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</b></span></span>
</p>
Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-14969788663318663202022-04-09T05:00:00.007-07:002022-04-09T11:09:15.770-07:00National Poetry Month--Tag des Neuns--Nonet poem--Pancake Temptations<p> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDqY1BTVLK1rjhiTOFVCA7Y9vUs7xtTqzG3fQPe9v-uTIoCiU_g9ykegw0WHHnEy509xnYcYb4sur84rxoQjmZDD6sQ678u4-gF3BBJnAzo8XycKVykwCd7YTySEIO_HbRTIGedcz5H8_ezD7Mg3EjQ1BEiKmumSmqsR7S3CIX3onZ2Lz1v_47HMZAsA/s800/syrup-pouring-onto-stack-pancakes-10349155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDqY1BTVLK1rjhiTOFVCA7Y9vUs7xtTqzG3fQPe9v-uTIoCiU_g9ykegw0WHHnEy509xnYcYb4sur84rxoQjmZDD6sQ678u4-gF3BBJnAzo8XycKVykwCd7YTySEIO_HbRTIGedcz5H8_ezD7Mg3EjQ1BEiKmumSmqsR7S3CIX3onZ2Lz1v_47HMZAsA/s320/syrup-pouring-onto-stack-pancakes-10349155.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Today we're doing nonets. For how to do one, go <a href="https://stephaniesaysso.blogspot.com/?fbclid=IwAR25fTdlgOHpIU6iYRIrd5fhzg3G3jNR4MJyw85kLg-Fkqd5pAJ1-51QZI8">here</a>. My poem is below.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Golden pancakes round and so fragrant</p><p style="text-align: center;">Tempting me into the kitchen <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Dressed in liquid golden sun </p><p style="text-align: center;">Arrayed like lily pads <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">You lie there sweetly</p><p style="text-align: center;">Come hithering</p><p style="text-align: center;">Hello chub<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Hungry</p><p style="text-align: center;">Eat</p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></b></i></span> <br /></p>Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-72376062526657965072022-04-08T05:00:00.043-07:002022-04-08T11:58:43.246-07:00National Poetry Month--Dia Ocho--Shadorama Poems--Wind in the Blossoms<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirWAmk7spbr3Rxntr6btE0XIqK0MCkAA7DJK4OgntZaGlM21AyxZCave2Lzf8HBspMjLCMcRUDri5-yan_Xh85oRb-Iw2banXg4b0p_aEp440zqhtN0nbID0wnkZwHIolxPPAbifGOgajW5iR_2TNP2wRNhIrsm2d8aAemh2WAGH-ejB5BcOVXD5mrdA/s180/index.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="126" data-original-width="180" height="126" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirWAmk7spbr3Rxntr6btE0XIqK0MCkAA7DJK4OgntZaGlM21AyxZCave2Lzf8HBspMjLCMcRUDri5-yan_Xh85oRb-Iw2banXg4b0p_aEp440zqhtN0nbID0wnkZwHIolxPPAbifGOgajW5iR_2TNP2wRNhIrsm2d8aAemh2WAGH-ejB5BcOVXD5mrdA/s1600/index.jpg" width="180" /></a> <br /></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span style="font-size: large;">Wind whistles</span></span></b></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Clanging th</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">rough my bells</span></span></b></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Trees whi</span><span style="color: #0b5394;">pping</span></span></b></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">Scuds the clouds <br /></span></b></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Scatte</span><span style="color: #073763;">ring orange blossoms </span></span></b></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">Breeze--<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span>not seen but here</span></span></span></b></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></b></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US"><span style="font-size: small;">If you want to know what a Shadorama poem is, go <a href="https://stephaniesaysso.blogspot.com/2022/04/day-8-shadorama.html?spref=fb&fbclid=IwAR3U48rRb3alwkkykhjoLQmOOoj4k25UFHfLVLCcpnVKMW-nrxbtwiE8hqA">here</a>. Otherwise, the above.</span></span></span></span></span></span><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><br /></span></span></span></span></b></i></span></p><p> <br /></p>Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-10001723159709151562022-04-07T05:00:00.090-07:002022-04-07T14:11:30.400-07:00National Poetry Month--Day SEVEN--Grammar Poem-- Regret, Dish<p><br /></p><p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR3gEXbn7ROlgniwTK5leSJS9C8EJ1oRLiah6Itmy8kLUo_s9emFsxBN_i0Nqe3O-DwhC8PZyyldcHf8iJV0yJGh8dRr6j-dg1wWmTGP3xaVax6qSqb8vW_EE2qggMoEPgFhER06C2k8yaVqe9bImHZkcmk0VodozfB5lR29aTpjSOj-5A0xrB5quJnQ/s347/regret-sadness-portrait-man-black-260nw-749629381.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="347" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR3gEXbn7ROlgniwTK5leSJS9C8EJ1oRLiah6Itmy8kLUo_s9emFsxBN_i0Nqe3O-DwhC8PZyyldcHf8iJV0yJGh8dRr6j-dg1wWmTGP3xaVax6qSqb8vW_EE2qggMoEPgFhER06C2k8yaVqe9bImHZkcmk0VodozfB5lR29aTpjSOj-5A0xrB5quJnQ/s320/regret-sadness-portrait-man-black-260nw-749629381.webp" width="320" /></a></p> Today we're doing Grammar poems. If you want to know how to do them, go <a href="https://stephaniesaysso.blogspot.com/2022/04/7-grammar-poem-well-i-guess-i-am-losing.html?spref=fb&fbclid=IwAR3zssoA71kJ4HwEcAVBUN8Z_GHsMdjG_MuYBTTs7n0MLOJjTNxMrX9QNmE">here</a>. If not, my poems:<br /><p></p><p> <i><span style="font-size: large;">REGRET</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">Nascent in youth and conqueror of age<br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">Insidiously draining</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">Slicing like a stiletto in the night, holding sleep hostage <br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: large;">Had only hindsight been foresight.</span></i></p><p><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></b></i></span></p><p> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghe-12myIRkejCyajIh8Z7hC4d9Notu2xDzo_GnKi_4IMYw7huSz5XOIrAyRpuBlt2Lfyt02iaKD5Gj9cI65a-AMlhuTw5nuGoMV6ZoQD-e8kUYx26_iuK_rER2H0jqTNfGewMqc5yEqcbnwWiAGNgzVSGmy3zKiUsyivUIFaGyUhq5M0b8Td_dfOe_g/s612/istockphoto-1136190319-612x612.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="408" data-original-width="612" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghe-12myIRkejCyajIh8Z7hC4d9Notu2xDzo_GnKi_4IMYw7huSz5XOIrAyRpuBlt2Lfyt02iaKD5Gj9cI65a-AMlhuTw5nuGoMV6ZoQD-e8kUYx26_iuK_rER2H0jqTNfGewMqc5yEqcbnwWiAGNgzVSGmy3zKiUsyivUIFaGyUhq5M0b8Td_dfOe_g/s320/istockphoto-1136190319-612x612.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">DISH</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Useful and common</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Steaming gently</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Like a volcano's caldera</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">If only the soup you held wasn't split pea </span><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US">©2022
by H. Linn Murphy</span></span></span></span></b></i></span> <br /></p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;"><b></b></span></span><p> <br /></p><br /><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Gabriola, fantasy;"><span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="en-US"> </span></span></span></span></b></i></span></p><p> <br /></p>Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com0